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Taintly that the truth! I'll give you the shirt off my back, but, you'll have to roll up the wornout sleeves cuz that's where I wear my feelings. On my sleeves above my fingerless gloves! My stories and music? Off the cuff! On the fringe! They reach all 8 senses. Humor's my 7th, I call nonsense. The 8th? That's my 2cents.  Trace</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1791675921380826293/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tracy (wearer of fingerless gloves...right below the feelings I wear on my sleeves)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697787530440098123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIba69ETpbc/Tyf1QkpPvEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0zsDkUukUVg/s220/traceapple.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol" /><feedburner:info uri="tracebookhumorandhopecharacter4everycharacterinunder444characterspimplol" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>TracebookHumorAndHopecharacter4EveryCharacterinUnder444CharactersPimpLol</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IERnw8fSp7ImA9WhVTE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791675921380826293.post-1334347927856294227</id><published>2012-02-27T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T10:11:47.275-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-27T10:11:47.275-05:00</app:edited><title>Funkytown!  Where Rose Mics And Imagination Grow Wild!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVGuMEHFOwA/T0ucLdO38tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/d3vGaorEFq4/s1600/Picnik+wild+rosecollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275px" lda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVGuMEHFOwA/T0ucLdO38tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/d3vGaorEFq4/s320/Picnik+wild+rosecollage.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Had some leftover stills from the latest video we made, so I made this while another vid is rendering. Gotta keep up the humor and&amp;nbsp;hope and music right?&amp;nbsp; Right!&amp;nbsp; It does help if you use a Rose Mic.&amp;nbsp; Just sayin'! PIMP LOL!&amp;nbsp; Sing your ♥ out no matter what you're goin' through or steppin' in.&amp;nbsp; How do you think roses grow so wild here?&amp;nbsp; Fertilizer! &amp;nbsp;It helps us grow.&amp;nbsp; The stills that were left over in the vid were filled with Rose Mics, thus, this photograph wall collage. And, to the two of you that asked about our newest video and why I am the one mostly in it?&amp;nbsp; No, I don't like to just have me in the vids. &amp;nbsp;I don't even like to be in them, but we gotta try diff things to connect &amp;amp; show our ♥'s.&amp;nbsp; If you look at the other 24 vids and read my stories, then you can judge my character! &amp;nbsp;Which, by the way? &amp;nbsp;I AM a character!&amp;nbsp; With character!&amp;nbsp; God is my balance. He knows my heart.&amp;nbsp; That's the good news and the bad news.&amp;nbsp; And the fact that He loves me no matter what? &amp;nbsp;Well, that's "THE GOOD NEWS". &amp;nbsp;That's was just me weighing the balance. (Yes! That's another new song)!&amp;nbsp; Thanks for coming&amp;nbsp;by.&amp;nbsp; I have 100's of short articles here, so stop again and sit a spell.&amp;nbsp;Here in Funkytown.&amp;nbsp; Where the&amp;nbsp;Rose&amp;nbsp;Mics grow wild.&amp;nbsp; Right along with the imagination. Click ont he photograph to get the umm...bigger picture! &amp;nbsp;Oh!&amp;nbsp; And, here's the new video and song.&amp;nbsp; Just click and read the story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;v=tHSods2Odrk"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;v=tHSods2Odrk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Have a lovely Monday!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-1334347927856294227?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where Rose Mics And Imagination Grow Wild!" /><author><name>Tracy (wearer of fingerless gloves...right below the feelings I wear on my sleeves)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697787530440098123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIba69ETpbc/Tyf1QkpPvEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0zsDkUukUVg/s220/traceapple.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fVGuMEHFOwA/T0ucLdO38tI/AAAAAAAAAmg/d3vGaorEFq4/s72-c/Picnik+wild+rosecollage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/2012/02/funkytown-where-rose-mics-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUENQHk9fyp7ImA9WhVTEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791675921380826293.post-2349720225579913704</id><published>2012-02-23T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T16:48:11.767-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-23T16:48:11.767-05:00</app:edited><title>Candle Candor</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGVO4jNqIqc/T0a0AKYg2QI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ZGNlK7MIZCA/s1600/426999_3055851689784_1668094552_2508130_1636332836_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" lda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IGVO4jNqIqc/T0a0AKYg2QI/AAAAAAAAAmY/ZGNlK7MIZCA/s320/426999_3055851689784_1668094552_2508130_1636332836_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Candles are so relaxing. But, I gotta say, this one? Is making me stressed. It’s wicked times 3. As in “wick”ed! And, I don’t mean wicked cool, either. Or, wicked hot. See, I got one of those candles that have 3 wicks. Tal&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;k about burning the candles at both ends. How ‘bout 3! PIMP LOL. But, no! Not this one! Oneof the wicks go out &amp;amp; I relight &amp;amp; another goes out. It keeps burning uneven. Then, I pour some wax out, which, by the way, grows hard &amp;amp; cold, and without a wick it’s useless! I’m def waxing cold on this candle. It’s supposed to melt my stress away. Not stress me into a melt-down. Can I and do I want to fix it? Is it worth it? Ummm…don’t know? It smells so good, looks so good. But, that can be deceiving. Take it back? Yes! I‘ve done all I could do. Sometimes, you just gotta take things &amp;amp; people back to the “Man”ufacturer. He’s the only one that can get things evened out. Melt away deception. Teach us balance and how to burn our light evenly so we will be comforted and comfort others. He lights our path. We just get stressed &amp;amp; burn the candle at both ends trying to do His work. If we can’t fix it, then it ain’t meant for us to fix. The Manufacturer knows the product better than the product knows itself. And, speaking of your own candle? Don’t leave it unlit. Being just a decoration. A poser. Hiding somewhere, becoming hardened because it burns uneven or you wax cold from others trying to fix you. Sometimes, you get burnt! If it burns bright, it may give light to many. And, that light may hurt a few eyes who want to put out that light and fix you. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it. But, if it is? And, it’s not lit? Call the Manufacturer! He won't ever burn you. And, you are never useless to Him! Though, He may light a fire under you every now and again! Now, that’s wicked cool candle candor! And, I guess, “wick”ed hot!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-2349720225579913704?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I declare!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A70x_Z_ThTI/T0KU_MQuxBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/StlAD-DIW94/s1600/hattttttt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A70x_Z_ThTI/T0KU_MQuxBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/StlAD-DIW94/s320/hattttttt.jpg" width="162px" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk about your morning constitutional! NO! Not that one! TMI! PIMP LOL. Though both seem to cause a lot of crap these days! So, we were studying American History with our girl and the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. Wow! What a great time we had and a fantastic reminder. These men foresaw when they pounded this thing out that this country would face times when it seemed to mean nothing to be an American whose God is our Creator, not the government! Two of my fave parts that we read? “The work of many minds, the Constitution, stands as a model of cooperative statesmanship and the art of compromise.” And: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it!” Whew! I know a lot of the masses seem to think that our rights are Happiness. Just to be given. No! The pursuit of it. Work for it! Not whether it suits you or not. Pursuit! Is per suitin’ up for work. These statements made me wonder how anyone could not see that these men from so many diff backgrounds, felt it worth the efforts to work together and build these for the good of our country. We must remember we are a melting pot, yes! That melts into Americans! Who believe and follow our Constitution Independence, I declare! Indeed, it used to be a melting pot whose pot was the strength and wisdom and character of our Creator, holding us all together no matter what differences. And the melted liquid was Americans of all flavors letting off a sweet fragrance to our Nation, other nations and our Creator. Now, it seems to be the liquidation of first being an American. And the pot that held us together? Is being traded in for a fryin’ pan that burns us and stinks up the whole country. Just sayin’…&amp;nbsp; Finally, you know that your “other” morning constitutional isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be! PIMP LOL. But, The Constitution is! So, go have your morning constitutional or your evening and declare your independence. &amp;nbsp;Refresh your memory and read both with your kids or your grandkids or just yourself. &amp;nbsp;Be informed. Study…to show yourself approved.&amp;nbsp; Politcally, intellectually and spiritually. &amp;nbsp;Street Smarts is an avenue that must be walked to find the road to&amp;nbsp;Intelligence and get going in the right direction!&amp;nbsp; Have a fun week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-9203661866953107193?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To qoute me,&amp;nbsp;“Any progress is propurpose, I propose AND profess, on purpose! Proof's in the progress".&amp;nbsp; Say that 3 times fast. PIMP LOL. &amp;nbsp;Really! Don’t give up! &amp;nbsp;A couple years ago, when I wasn’t given many yea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rs to live and never to sing again, we recorded this song to step out in faith. Then, just recently, I took off a month and didn't sing just trying to rest and pray and think.&amp;nbsp; To step out in faith.&amp;nbsp; To get answers. Which was very hard for me to do. &amp;nbsp;I like to keep on keeping on. &amp;nbsp;That’s much easier for me than being still.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I gained 7 pounds which is good for me for looks, but not sugar wise.&amp;nbsp; Messes me up with my weird body.&amp;nbsp; No complaints.&amp;nbsp; I decided to force myself to record last night and have a break-through. &amp;nbsp;The force was with me, for sure. This morning? &amp;nbsp;I weighed 7 pounds less.&amp;nbsp; Not that I wanna lose weight, just glad to be movin’ a bit again.&amp;nbsp; I move so much that it's exercise, anyways. &amp;nbsp;Try it everyone!&amp;nbsp; Singin's better than exercise.&amp;nbsp; And, anything’s better than giving up! &amp;nbsp;So, don't give up on whatever you struggle with. &amp;nbsp;Just sayin'. &amp;nbsp;Struggling means you're still workin' on it.&amp;nbsp; Like I said before, "any progress is pro-purpose, I propose AND profess, on purpose! &amp;nbsp;The proof’s in the progress". Again.&amp;nbsp; Say that 3 times fast. PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; What?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Also, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a blessing to share. Had a secret supporter front us the money to have some of our new CD’s made which will be paid back after we sell some. Take note on that one, guys! Be my "buy guys"! Not my bye-bye guys! PIMP LOL. As in, stick around.&amp;nbsp; Don't say bye bye!&amp;nbsp; We do so appreciate all of&amp;nbsp; you who have stuck with us!&amp;nbsp; Through it all.&amp;nbsp; The new CD will have a few faves in it &amp;amp; a few new songs. Now, if I could just find a producer to do all the work. Nah! I'll just switch hats. I have a lot of work to do! But first? I gotta finish the final studio version of “Broken Arrow” with full band. I still can’t decide on the vocal track to use, so I made another.&amp;nbsp; What? It’s a blast to sing &amp;amp; reminds me of His peace on this day when I need to be reminded of it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Most folks would think that $200 is not alot of money, but to us? It's a fortune!&amp;nbsp; That's makes us umm...fortunate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, hope you enjoy the video and song.&amp;nbsp; Working on some new stuff this week…in faith! Appreciate you guys allowing us to share our hearts. And 1♥! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=1043407299932"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Heart 1♥ (by the b.a.s.i.c. band)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-4030486948269592166?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who? Me? Ow!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xnynPQkd3U/Tz6ZJRN3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/-3Al44UU1as/s1600/Picnik+moewcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0xnynPQkd3U/Tz6ZJRN3Z-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/-3Al44UU1as/s320/Picnik+moewcollage.jpg" width="320px" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's story?&amp;nbsp; Well, itzabout cats and spectacles and superpowers!&amp;nbsp; I was looking for some inspiration today, so I dug out my inspiring baby blue sparkly Cat-Eye glasses.&amp;nbsp; So’s I could see better! &amp;nbsp;They just make everything seem more purrty! &amp;nbsp;Except me, right? I look purrty nutty! &amp;nbsp;I know they are quite out there. But, I’d rather look batty than act catty.&amp;nbsp; What? Well, someone had said something the other day that made me think “Me? Ow!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Really! &amp;nbsp;It was about me and wrong and hurt!&amp;nbsp; Owah!&amp;nbsp; So, I was thinking about cattiness and remembered I had these cat eye glasses. You know my train of thought.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It ends up at the caboose a lot!&amp;nbsp; Well, I always gotta find something good out of something meant for bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was thinking this quietly when I heard the words yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Yes, it stayed in my head, and off the lips. Miraculously!&amp;nbsp; Back to what I was thinking. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I thought, “WHAT?@#! I know you didn’t just say that. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe you need to put my cats on to see how catty you’re acting”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; See, the glasses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;have Catty Vision. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Kind of a super power like ex-ray vision only they see cattiness a mile away. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;PIMP LOL.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The glasses will forever make me think of this incident and be my Catty Radar Glasses!&amp;nbsp; For me, too! &amp;nbsp;I wanted to say something to defend myself, but didn’t.&amp;nbsp; I thought “scratch that”!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I realized, in this situation, it wouldn’t be heard over the scratching and clawing.&amp;nbsp; So, I retracted my claws. (Another super power for some. Mine never seem to work right. They always scratch me instead!). &amp;nbsp;Anyways, you can see in my photo, I am hiding behind my crazy baby blue sparkly cats. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So I can see.&amp;nbsp; Quiet confidence in God is a lot more purrty than loud caterwaulin’ about someone else&amp;nbsp;or even yourself.&amp;nbsp; When you feel like “say what?”, look up!&amp;nbsp; Pause before you get the claws out on those paws!&amp;nbsp; Better to look UP thru the catty spectacles than sink DOWN and be a catty spectacle! &amp;nbsp;Look up, smile, purr and blow a kiss.&amp;nbsp; Or!&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Look down, rile, curse and hiss! &amp;nbsp;You decide. &amp;nbsp;Well, that’s a wrap! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No. Really that’s a rap.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It rhymes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; You know you wanna go back and rap it.&amp;nbsp; Go ahead.&amp;nbsp; I did!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In closing, y&lt;/span&gt;ou can mark your territory to keep everyone out or mark your world to let others see in! But, mark my word? Check out God’s Word.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He lets everyone in!&amp;nbsp; And, He's the only Super Power you need!&amp;nbsp; So, have a fun day and get your cat on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean yo glasses, not yo plastic! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Be real.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Be real nice… It’s good furr you…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And, them!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oh! And, the song for today?&amp;nbsp; "Cat Scratch Fever", of course!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;♫ Cat Scratch Fever..wa wah wa wah! Cat Scratch Fever..wa wah wa wah!! ♫ You know you just sang it with the guitar sounds too! 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Hung Up On Closest Worship!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS_cd7SBnlY/TzsOeTf7XhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/GWofYUMYUuI/s1600/roseyblowin'+kisses100_4464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS_cd7SBnlY/TzsOeTf7XhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/GWofYUMYUuI/s320/roseyblowin'+kisses100_4464.jpg" width="280px" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;So, I couldn’t sleep last night.&amp;nbsp; I got to thinking while I was talking to my Father in heaven. I was thinking about how He must want and so love for us to call Him Father.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After all, we are his children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, I really thought on that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, thought...&amp;nbsp; So, my story for today is much longer than usual.&amp;nbsp; It's kind of a compilation of my thoughts over the past year or so with 3 songs and a bit of humor added in to help explain my heart.&amp;nbsp; So, if you&amp;nbsp;expect an expert,&amp;nbsp;just export that thought.&amp;nbsp; I'm no expert on the subject.&amp;nbsp; Just life experienced! Like everyone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hope you will stick around and experience it with me!&amp;nbsp; Okay, so I was thinking about how calling God,&amp;nbsp;my father,&amp;nbsp;had to do with another&amp;nbsp;hot topic in the world these days. "Worship".&amp;nbsp; Well, not the world, but you know what I mean.&amp;nbsp; It's been very prevalent in TV, churches, etc.&amp;nbsp; It's not really a "worldly"&amp;nbsp;thing at all, but sometimes it seems like it.&amp;nbsp; I mean, it is a spiritual thing, but it must extend out to the world if we are indeed truly loving and worshipping God the way I see it.&amp;nbsp; We must touch the world.&amp;nbsp; And, worship is not just music.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I will talk about that more later in this story.&amp;nbsp; Speaking musically, when I see alot of the bands on TV, I look for interaction with each other and into their eyes for their hearts.&amp;nbsp; Not just for show.&amp;nbsp; I mean I know we perform, but performance should&amp;nbsp;show the form of our hearts, even if it is a sacrifice when you're not up to it.&amp;nbsp; God is.&amp;nbsp; If the band&amp;nbsp;isn't connecting with each other and the&amp;nbsp;audience with their eyes and hearts and interacting, then I just don't get it.&amp;nbsp; If we can't connect with those we see, how can we connect with God whom we can't see? &amp;nbsp;It seems all for self, then.&amp;nbsp; I'm not judging, just trying to figure this whole thing out. &amp;nbsp;Even in the world, outside church I mean, I like to feel the band mates connect and see that.&amp;nbsp; In fact, that's my way when I'm singing&amp;nbsp;no matter what the stage. &amp;nbsp;I have to look at my mates and the audience and connect.&amp;nbsp; Whilst my spirit is connecting with God and them, too.&amp;nbsp; Not just stay in my own box.&amp;nbsp; I can have alone time with God at home.&amp;nbsp; Or, even simultaneously. &amp;nbsp;When I'm with others?&amp;nbsp; I gotta actually be connected. &amp;nbsp;Our performance should speak to hearts about the form of ours.&amp;nbsp; Right off the bat, I will just say that I am no expert on the matter.&amp;nbsp; Just experience, not expertise,&amp;nbsp;and thoughts. PIMP LOL. &amp;nbsp;So, anyways, back to the subject and how it pertains as a Father.&amp;nbsp; Well, s&lt;/span&gt;peaking as a mother and, I think, speaking as most fathers think, parentally, I would rather my daughter spend time talking with me or her father just getting to know each other, than just telling us how great we &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;are.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Please don’t have a cow or take that wrong. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I do think it is a most awesome and beneficial thing to tell God that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I do that so very often in the good AND the bad times. Sometimes, it is quiet and sometimes it’s a loud yay or a song or a smile.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Or just obedience. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And our getting to know each other leads to us doing things for each other, sometimes, or a physical outpouring, like a hug or a kiss. &lt;/span&gt;Worship is not just the outward show, but more the inward flow, first.&amp;nbsp; Without the inward flow, the outward flow is&amp;nbsp;flawed.&amp;nbsp; We are not to judge each other on that.&amp;nbsp; Worship is def between each individual and God, first. But, then, it should be evident to those around by your life.&amp;nbsp;If you can&amp;nbsp;"worship" musically and then&amp;nbsp;be unloving, it's time to check your worship in the closet. I'll talk about that later. &amp;nbsp;Worship to God should not push others out. &amp;nbsp;And, the outward flow isn’t the same for everyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No one should feel forced to sit or forced to stand and clap or raise hands or keep them raised. Or feel you can’t&amp;nbsp;move or dance. Or let God move in you. &amp;nbsp;Which I love to do. Or feel that there is a certain way to worship or a certain method to talk to God.&amp;nbsp; Or not talk.&amp;nbsp; How 'bout listen? Right? &amp;nbsp;Unless it’s God himself doing the forcing, then we should leave the force stuff up to Star Wars.&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL. And, each of us knows that force inside of us, by His power in us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Conviction.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I also thought about the times I felt closest and it was in my “closet” time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Kinda was a slip of the tongue when I was talking about this to God in my prayer time once.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I said closet to God instead of closest. And, that stuck. That’s what I call my private time with God my “Closet Time”. It seems to me that the private one-on-one “closet” time talks with God are the closest we get to seeing Him. Same with singing alone with HIm.&amp;nbsp; We should always check our worship in the closet and see how it hangs!&amp;nbsp; TNT LOL. Closet chats are the closest chats. Closet prayers prove closest to true.&amp;nbsp; In secret. In private. Where there’s no putting on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And you can leave all the hang-ups…umm..hung up where God can help you most!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is a closet! Maybe you can even dig out your transparent strong suit! PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp;What? We should be getting our transparent on!&amp;nbsp; Let others see our hearts. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay! &lt;/span&gt;Now! Also, I do pray with my family and we do music together and study our bible and I call that worship. Because He is with us even then. We value and appreciate and are ever so thankful that He is with us always.&amp;nbsp; Our simple worship.&amp;nbsp; Going to help someone at their home and recognizing God’s power and presence is worship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Same with going to the hospital or anything that you include God in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Which we should try always to include Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t seem to turn God on and off, so I see God in everything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I never knew about him until I was in my 20’s, so, it may be diff for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh! I knew something was up because I was so darn sensitive and could feel everyone else’s hearts even at a young age.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I knew Someone was with me who could see everything and who knew me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Really knew me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So, back to the worship thoughts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I also realize there is public corporate worship and that is the big thing these days on TV and at all churches. They want us to do the same music and the same styles and the same production on every song.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And, the same outward flow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Everyone and every stage looks the same.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A formula.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know it seems to work for some and I am not judging nor saying it’s wrong.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just not always right for me.&amp;nbsp; Hate formulas. &amp;nbsp;Except the ones in the bible.&amp;nbsp; I know that in each town and every church, there are amazing and gifted individuals who want to serve and share songs.&amp;nbsp; Not just the ones on the radio.&amp;nbsp; They are great to do also, but after all? &amp;nbsp;God&amp;nbsp;uses even donkeys, why not churches use their own people to serve.&amp;nbsp; Not to say the people are donkeys!&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL!&amp;nbsp; But, adults and kids alike. I think we're missing out on some great relationships and music by keeping God in a box.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I say "Don't keep your bibles in the box they came in.&amp;nbsp; And, don't try to keep God in the one He didn't.&amp;nbsp; Then, too, sometimes we might surely take our bibles outta the box and put God right in it.&amp;nbsp; You know?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Quoting scripture, but really not quite living out the script.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We need to get to know&amp;nbsp;Him before we're in a box!" PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, the thing about us calling Him Father.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, I was thinking that God made us male and female to have families so we could learn about the relationship thing He wants us to have with Him. It’s called love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Worshipping God is our outpouring of God’s value and worth that’s been poured into our life. Again, I see God in all things and people. And, if I was asked if I would rather have our kids worship us or spend time together getting closer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think you know what I would say.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I would rather they spend time with us, which speaks love, than speak love and have no time left to spend with us. I don’t claim to know God more than anyone else. No.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I want to know Him so much more than I do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just seems like a lot of people worshipping God and not really relating to each other or being real. Being forgiving and gracious and loving. Building real family relationships at church. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I want to know God in His words AND in His people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Church and worship have to be in the heart, too.&amp;nbsp; Then it can be anywhere and any way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And you must know that this is just my thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Again! I'm not an expert! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was just up late doing some thankin’ and prayin. When my thankin’ got turned to thinkin’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just know that for me?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think when we’re with people, God wants us to serve and love them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Really be WITH them. And let them do the same for us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s how we serve Him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To sum this up, I want to share a song of ours.&amp;nbsp; The songs are a big part of my heart on this subject.&amp;nbsp; What began my story and thoughts.&amp;nbsp; You see, we did a song with my daughter many years ago when she was like 6 and it was about how we listen to sermons and go to church together, serving, but never getting to know each other, really.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not really a cut, just that we spend so much time trying to do the “worship” and “religion” thing that sometimes we forget that we are the body of Christ. ANS, we are human.&amp;nbsp; God made us human, also.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, we try to act so heavenly that we are of no earthly good.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I want to be close and have family we can be there for and vice versa.&amp;nbsp; I've been missing that for some time.&amp;nbsp; As our church grew,&amp;nbsp;we built a new one and then split, and then changed even more.&amp;nbsp; Now, I know the doors are open for all and we preach to all.&amp;nbsp; But, if churches have many numbers, maybe they need to look at the revolving door numbers, too.&amp;nbsp; Heart growth outweighs numbers. I still see "friends" and "family" that worship but still&amp;nbsp;aren't close.&amp;nbsp; Or forgive. Or communicate or seem to care.&amp;nbsp; I can't seem to reconcile that notion in my mind.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Our churches may have to pay bills, but we are not a corporation, only.&amp;nbsp; We need to work together and serve together and love together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That is real worship. That is real bible.&amp;nbsp; It's not some kind of hocus-pocus magic.&amp;nbsp; We must work at loving.&amp;nbsp; Work at being family. Imagine our family if we never got close or talked or cared about each other.&amp;nbsp; Doing all that? Now, that's can be magical!&amp;nbsp;PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp;When parents see their kids doing things together or simply obeying with a grateful heart, don’t they feel loved all the more? Doesn’t God feel that way when He sees His children serve together and get to know each others hearts and really care?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; REALLY care.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;How can we say we know God who we can’t see, if we don’t know people whom we see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not preaching to anyone, just thinking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So here is a link to the song.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are fixing to redo the song on our studio very soon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think I have talked my girl into singing it and me doing backup.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Take a listen to this!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&amp;amp;v=NAAKVSHIyDc"&gt;I Dreamed I Awoke&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And, here is another song that I think fits with my thoughts here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&amp;amp;v=zOHJghBU0XA"&gt;Better Than A Hallelujah!&lt;/a&gt; Well, did you like them? &lt;/span&gt;Hope you took time for both. They are&amp;nbsp;really what my heart is trying to say.&amp;nbsp; There will be one more at the end.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So, have a wonderful week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Have some closet time with God and spend some outta the closet time with his children.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; You will remember them as your closests times. &lt;/span&gt;A last thought.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Worship for me is when I acknowledge either quietly or singing or serving or in any way...His ways...His love...His value and worth to me...in all things. ALL.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Good and not so good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And praise is when I show my thanks and praise Him...in all things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Good and not so good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Like when I would blow a kiss to my daughter when she was in 1st grade...as she was leaving the car and going to class.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everything I had in me, was going out to her in that blown kiss.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And everything she had came back in one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; That memory&amp;nbsp;and our song is really the whole crux of my story.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Where it grew from.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Blowin' Kisses is actually another song by Nicole Mullen that says it all. Another of my faves like the other two.&amp;nbsp;It will be at the end. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So, also&lt;/span&gt;, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;orship is actually the translation of two Greek words combined, meaning "toward" plus "to kiss." This Greek word combination is the most frequent word rendered to worship. "Worship" means to do reverence to. How striking! Worship means to kiss towards.&amp;nbsp; It is like blowing a kiss to someone. We do reverence towards God by blowing Him a gentle kiss of affection to our Father and Holy Spirit and Jesus Christ.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I always have that eternal picture in my head of being in the car loop blowing her a kiss and her smile as she caught it and blew one back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everything we could possibly feel for each other was in that kiss.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Though it couldn’t be seen with eyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was seen by the heart and soul and spirit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That is our worship and interaction with God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is in our spirit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That part can’t be seen. And, the outward flow? Well, to me, it is my hope that when I am doing something I am putting my whole self into it as I do blowing a kiss.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And, blow it forward to God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Saying, this is for You.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In whatever you do… Whether it be saying I love you to someone that’s hard to love or giving something in secret.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Or singing. Or, yes, even dancing or stepping back so someone else can shine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe even not remembering a hurt done.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Or forgiving…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fixing someone’s computer, cleaning a home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; And, guess what?&amp;nbsp; It's especially worship when you don't feel like it and things just aren't going good.&amp;nbsp; I know that for me, I sing and can especially connect with people and God when I am weak, which is always.&amp;nbsp; Because He is ALWAYS strong in me.&amp;nbsp; His value hasn't changed at all.&amp;nbsp; No matter how I value myself that day.&amp;nbsp; Like today, even.&amp;nbsp; It is so medicinal to be obedient.&amp;nbsp; To just sing when you hurt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, that was another story I wrote.&amp;nbsp; And,&amp;nbsp;I don't just mean music.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I mean it every sense of the word...service, too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whatever it may be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is worship when it is He that you desire to please.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Here is the final song:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nicolemullen/music/songs/blowin-kisses-28274803"&gt;Blowin Kisses (click this link, then click arrow to play)&lt;/a&gt; It was fantastic, right? &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for stopping by to talk about worship with me. And for staying a bit longer.&amp;nbsp; Leave a comment if you wish&amp;nbsp;or blow a kiss. Hope you enjoyed this. As that would overjoy me.&amp;nbsp; Oh!&amp;nbsp; And, the photograph?&amp;nbsp; It's my daughter, Garnet Rose.&amp;nbsp; Had&amp;nbsp;one of us both blowing kisses to each other.&amp;nbsp; We looked so much the same.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; I decided to just put hers as I have been using me as a subject for too long.&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Now, go out and get blowin' kisses...&amp;nbsp; Spend&amp;nbsp;a li'l time with the hurting, honey.&amp;nbsp; Get lovified!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I appreciate you spending a li'l more time with me on this one.&amp;nbsp; My usual articles are very short.&amp;nbsp; Love, &lt;/span&gt;Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-696359514517922399?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hung Up On Closest Worship!" /><author><name>Tracy (wearer of fingerless gloves...right below the feelings I wear on my sleeves)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697787530440098123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIba69ETpbc/Tyf1QkpPvEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0zsDkUukUVg/s220/traceapple.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BS_cd7SBnlY/TzsOeTf7XhI/AAAAAAAAAl4/GWofYUMYUuI/s72-c/roseyblowin'+kisses100_4464.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/2012/02/blowin-kisses-and-closet-prayers-hung.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUCQn88fCp7ImA9WhRaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791675921380826293.post-6606833641831209285</id><published>2012-02-13T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T20:34:23.174-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T20:34:23.174-05:00</app:edited><title>Grocery Store-ies, Scrambled Eggs And Saved Wings!  Eggciting Stuff!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXHeLTznF9s/TzmtLJEyhdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9He6oysH5x4/s1600/eggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BXHeLTznF9s/TzmtLJEyhdI/AAAAAAAAAlw/9He6oysH5x4/s320/eggs.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are true grocery store stories.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Guess you could call them "Grocery Store-ies"! First one goes like this:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So, I am sick... Very!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; That dizzy Florida sinus ear head thing. Or, out of head thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Let's just get that “eggs”cuse out right up front.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, I’m dragging myself through the store and we picked up our pre-ordered wings, which said “saved” on them.&amp;nbsp; What?&amp;nbsp; Well, they WERE baptized in the deep-fryer oil!&amp;nbsp; Besides? Who would wanna eat unsaved wings!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I mean, would they still taste heavenly?&amp;nbsp; Then, at the register, I flung the cloth Publix bags up on the conveyor thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;All of a&amp;nbsp;sudden, slow-motion kicked in and I could see all the eggs were smashing all over the place. Whoops.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I told you I was sick. Talk about egg on your face.&amp;nbsp; I had placed the eggs carefully on top of the bags in the cart so they would not get broken and forgot they were on top the bags. Right!&amp;nbsp; Just that I&amp;nbsp;forgot and grabbed the bags without looking and threw them down to the bagger!&amp;nbsp; I laughed and told the cashieres a few egg jokes while I cleaned it all up.&amp;nbsp; Like I told her as she handed me the paper towels and wipes that she could tell me "O-ma-let" you clean this up.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Hope that cracked you up. Our very “egg”istence depends on how we react when life gets scrambled.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, be a good egg and read this next grocery store story. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was somewhat eggciting, also.&amp;nbsp; Here goes: So, who woulda thought going to the grocery store could crack us up.&amp;nbsp; On the way we passed a guy on a bicycle who could have used my invention of Joxers or Below Riders.&amp;nbsp; YOu can only guess that thye are boxers and jeans sewn together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Well, he certainly cracked us up!&amp;nbsp; If you get my drift?&amp;nbsp; I mean…umm…draft? I know he got a draft! Then, we drove past a huge puddle, noticing it a li'l too late and we splashed this guy with a grocery cart sitting along the road. &amp;nbsp;Guess what he yelled out at us? &amp;nbsp;“You lousy bum!” &amp;nbsp;What?&amp;nbsp; You’re kiddin’, right? &amp;nbsp;Oh, no, he didn’t just bum us out.&amp;nbsp; Cracked us up so bad.&amp;nbsp; Honestly!&amp;nbsp; We are not bums.&amp;nbsp; We may look it sometimes and especially tonight not feeling good!&amp;nbsp; Then while putting groceries away? &amp;nbsp;We dropped the eggs and cracked 6 of them which cracked 3 of us up! &amp;nbsp;So, hope your evening? &amp;nbsp;Cracks you up instead of bumming you out.&amp;nbsp; Laughter is medicine!&amp;nbsp; If you stop for any length of time?&amp;nbsp; You may "eggs"perience withdrawals, crack up or be bummed out! &amp;nbsp;Our very “egg”istence should crack us up once in a while...to keep us from getting fried. &amp;nbsp;Or cracking under pressure!&amp;nbsp; We all need "shell"ter from the heat or when life gets scrambled! PIMP LOL!&amp;nbsp; Hmmm...my last 2 blogs were about pickles and eggs?&amp;nbsp; Food for thought?&amp;nbsp; For me?&amp;nbsp; That's all food is.&amp;nbsp; Thought...&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL "O-ma-let" you go, now.&amp;nbsp; Night!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-6606833641831209285?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't Forget Your Hard Hats!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9G5kktA0yHc/TzRaYw9LU_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/ma5_hdXavZY/s1600/Picnikhardhats+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9G5kktA0yHc/TzRaYw9LU_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/ma5_hdXavZY/s320/Picnikhardhats+collage.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's story is gonna be very short and easy on the eyes.&amp;nbsp; As in, a very short read. Nothing hard to take in or figure out.&amp;nbsp; Let's just say that this photograph art&amp;nbsp;of fingerless gloved hard fists and&amp;nbsp;hard hats&amp;nbsp;is for those days where everything hits you hard!&amp;nbsp; Hard hats optional. &amp;nbsp;Praying? So necessary! Fingerless gloves? A must! For me, anyways! So, have a good day and more power to ya! Rock on because with God all things are possible.&amp;nbsp; No complaints.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got my hard hat, my praying&amp;nbsp;and my fingerless&amp;nbsp;gloves on.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;All day.&amp;nbsp; If&amp;nbsp;the sign that's up in your life today reads "Life.&amp;nbsp;Hard Hat Area", then get you a hat!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't forget your spiritual hard hat, too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You can't sees it, but it helps you seize the day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You seize and sees&amp;nbsp;that, right?&amp;nbsp; Good.&amp;nbsp; Now, I gotta go seize that!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Life... It's a Hard Hat Zone!&amp;nbsp; Gonna try to PIMP my day. NO! Not that kind of pimp. Well, I do mean, bring it up a notch like “Pimp My Ride”. Just gonna “Pimp My Day”. You know? Make it into a PIMP LOL kind of day. No matta what’s going on in me&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; or around me, PIMP LOL ...is medicine for the bones. Throw in a li’l laughing, music and talkin’ to God and you got a Pimped up day! Hope yours is, too. Oh! And, if life is hitting you hard? Get you a hat! A hard hat! I wear one for my head and one for the heart. My spiritual hard hat? Laughing, music, and talkin’ to God. Don’t forget your hard hats. After all? Life is a “Hard Hat” zone. Get out and PIMP LOL your day! Better to wear a hard hat than to be a hard head! PIMP LOL&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Trace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-5710675627976359878?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't Forget Your Hard Hats!" /><author><name>Tracy (wearer of fingerless gloves...right below the feelings I wear on my sleeves)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697787530440098123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIba69ETpbc/Tyf1QkpPvEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0zsDkUukUVg/s220/traceapple.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9G5kktA0yHc/TzRaYw9LU_I/AAAAAAAAAlg/ma5_hdXavZY/s72-c/Picnikhardhats+collage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-hits-hard-dont-forget-your-hard.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MQXw4fSp7ImA9WhRaEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791675921380826293.post-831215676586288750</id><published>2012-02-09T17:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T10:06:20.235-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T10:06:20.235-05:00</app:edited><title>"The Bacon Bouquet" AND "The Barking Bouquet"!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqD_mpGgMng/TzRHA7fFcpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/11XRxrjxwUs/s1600/Picnik+bacon+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rqD_mpGgMng/TzRHA7fFcpI/AAAAAAAAAlY/11XRxrjxwUs/s400/Picnik+bacon+collage.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Bacon Bouquet"!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For everyone who brings home the bacon. Or, cooks the bacon! A bouquet of bacon roses!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pretty cool! Well, I guess I mean pretty sizzlin’! PIMP LOL.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sizzlin’ gift for Valentine’s.&amp;nbsp; And, it’s easy to make!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;found it on line. &amp;nbsp;I came up with one for kids, too. It’s called "The Barking Bouquet". Made of hot dogs. I just slice the hot dogs long way almost the whole way thru. Then slice across the hot dog about 8 times halfway thru. Open them up &amp;amp; lay flat side down in a hot buttered pan and brown them until they curl up. Cool and stick on the ends of fake flower stems with or without leaves. Or kabob sticks. Then stick in a vase and serve. You also could serve one each on a stick in a mug of root beer as the vase for each kid. Hot dog! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, be creative in showing love. Throw some extra into the ordinary! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Just look at the extraordinary gifts all around us our Creator has made in love and for us to enjoy and learn from. I am always amazed at how extraordinary even the ordinary is. To me…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Gotta go cook some bacon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Hot dog!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I decided to add something I wrote a few days later on Valentines Day.&amp;nbsp; Here goes: So, my husband said that since being transparent is not one of his strong suits, he was going to be transparent for my gift. I was thinking to myself…rather, I was seeing in my head an actual transparent suit! PIMP LOL. I could see right through that story and see a joke was coming! But, I said “Cool! I love free gifts". He said, “Got any cellophane? I gotta wrap things up”! What? Very funny! No, really we make our own cards. Saving the money for things like real groceries. Well, I guess you could eat chocolates and candy hearts for supper, right? How ‘bout a Bacon Bouquet or a Barking Bouquet? Anyways, give the gift of transparency. Wrap yourself in cellophane &amp;amp; show your heart! Be real. Someone they can trust. Not just to your mate, but to your family, friends and God. He already knows our hearts. That’s the good news, the bad news…and The Good News! Another free gift! Oh! And, while I do have a transparent suit, our strongest suits are the full armor of God! Just a side thought?&amp;nbsp; I was thinking how cool it would be to have a video game where you do quests and wear the full armor meanwhile learning.&amp;nbsp; I mean, you could do upgrades and&amp;nbsp;create characters and the possibilities are eternal. &amp;nbsp;Hmmm...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Have a wonderful Valentine's!&amp;nbsp;Oh!&amp;nbsp; And, of&amp;nbsp;course, you guys all know I am talkin' 'bout spiritual cellophane, right?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-831215676586288750?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SN9rmTzt9M/TzKWS5faYRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bqrMZESl4e8/s1600/outta+sink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SN9rmTzt9M/TzKWS5faYRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bqrMZESl4e8/s320/outta+sink.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watched part 3 of a Cookson Trilogy on NetFlix. The video was 10 seconds ahead of the audio. You know? Out of sync? But I just had to know what happened. Plus you know my mind? It runs ahead sometimes anyways. Sorta out of sync, too. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Another challenge to make do. To think outta the box when things are outta the sync. I felt like my head was upside down in a sink full of dirty dishes by the time the out of sync show was over. I know, right? Sometimes we see what’s going on but can only guess. Until we get the audio, the word, the truth, about the situation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t stick your head in the sink with the dirty dishes when things are outta sink.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It may feel like you’re in sink, but you may get all washed up. Think you’re in sink?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sink again! Finally! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;2 sinking facts: Life is not always in sync and there’s usually always dirty dishes in the sink. Hope your day is in sync, not in sink! A day that includes everything.&amp;nbsp; Except the kitchen sink! PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;OH!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; And, w&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;hat band would sing about this? Why, 'N Sync, of course.&amp;nbsp; Or, are they Outta Sync these days? PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp;One more&amp;nbsp;thing?&amp;nbsp; Umm... your're probably wondering what&amp;nbsp;dishsoap I use? It's Dawn. When I'm in the sink and in sync, everything dawns on me. PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; Can you stand one more joke?&amp;nbsp; Here goes one more sink joke! So, we celebrate every time we throw our knifes in the sink after making sandwiches with that certain spread on them.&amp;nbsp; What's it called?&amp;nbsp; Umm..."sinko de mayo"!&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; I have a sinking feeling that you've had enough of the sink jokes!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-5550323802117732307?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And, I'm running thru some songs to get ready to record as you can see in the photo. PIMP LOL. Have a few songs that've been stuck on our studio which can now be mixed and I can get to the video art. I've had plenty of time to put some thought into the 1st one I'm gonna put up. I hope I remember how! It's going to be a mix of video clips and photos and art work. To tell the story for the eyes. Still gonna put up some unplugged garage recordings off my camera (audio/video). I enjoy doing both the studio versions &amp;amp; the songs from the garage of our hearts. But, I admit when we record in the garage with nothin' but the camera &amp;amp; Sam's guitar, it feels like you guys are right there with us. I'm so very thankful to God for blessing us so richly. Oh, not in dollas, but in hollas!&amp;nbsp; Here's a holla out! Yay! That was a million dolla holla! By the way? You know me...always have something runnin' thru my head. Only this time? It was my feet! PIMP LOL. I used to tell that joke at band practice years ago. I would throw the music on the floor and actually run thru it. I know that surprises you guys! It is quite a "feat" and "feet" running thru music! But, I will never be defeated! Or defeeted! With God, I step into the impossible!&amp;nbsp; So, yep!&amp;nbsp; I'm runnin thru the music&amp;nbsp;right on into the impossibles.&amp;nbsp; Wanna run with me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Don't wrinkle the sheet music.&amp;nbsp; Or you'll be in plenty of treble.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We must be in one achord!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And, it is so true that when I run through the music,&amp;nbsp;I always step into the impossibles.&amp;nbsp; Always learning and always feel so thankful and comfortable in that music space.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's the one place I don't think about my health or my body shortcomings. I &amp;nbsp;feel peace.&amp;nbsp; It's my spirit zone.&amp;nbsp; Where I feel the presence of God and can allow Him full reins!&amp;nbsp; Runnin thru the music? Best exercise ever!&amp;nbsp; Dancing and singing&amp;nbsp;thru the music?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Medicine for the bones!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-8531507835857287752?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In a humorous kinda way! &amp;nbsp;I cross back and forth, just as he does.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He cooks breakfast sometimes. We both do trans parenting!&amp;nbsp; Don't&amp;nbsp;we all do some cross parenting?&amp;nbsp; NO!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Not that kind!&amp;nbsp; I mean, yes!&amp;nbsp; We do get cross, but I mean take over either role. &amp;nbsp;I’m also a transparent trans-parent. I like my girl to see through to my heart whether I’m doing Mama stuff or Dad stuff. PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; Well, they just looked at me and said, “See! You’re doing it again. What’s in there shows on the outside. You can’t help it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In your singing, writing, humor or just talking.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I said, “Clearly, that’s the good news and the bad news. My countenance is always what’s in my heart. I’m not good at hiding my soul. And, I guess sometimes, we need to be able to do that.&amp;nbsp; I’m really not good at anything but being me.&amp;nbsp; And, I'm still learning that.&amp;nbsp; That's "The Good News"!&amp;nbsp; I don’t have to remember or think what to say or do or how to think or feel if I speak my heart and live truth.&amp;nbsp; I don't want anyone to have to dig for&amp;nbsp;the truth nor do I want to keep it buried deep.&amp;nbsp; It's a treasure from God that I can't bury.&amp;nbsp; I have to share my heart.&amp;nbsp; Just,&amp;nbsp;sometimes I have to remember to keep my transparent self under the apparent transparent parental guidance of God. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; Be transparent.&amp;nbsp; Cuz truth is apparent!&amp;nbsp; And, a parent should be truth!&amp;nbsp; My rap for today? "Let truth be evident in your resident"!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This resident has got to go now.&amp;nbsp; Truth is?&amp;nbsp; Got some trans-parenting to do!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-7150832068023829027?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why? Well, because I still have trouble seeing and getting out more than I would like. And, last night, I cracked my 175 glasses frame last night, which are for seeing distance, without contacts. So, I tried my amber sparkly cat-eye 350’s, but a li’l blurry. Moved on to try my multi-focal contacts with the sparkly blue reader 100’s over them, but, cross-eyed. So, I took out the contacts and tried the tri-focal glasses. Old and very wrong prescription. Next? Tried the 250 computer glasses that I wear without contacts, which used to be my reading glasses 10 years ago. What? They were very expensive and I still love them. Glad they work for the computer, but def not for distance. By then, my eyes and head were spinning. Have to keep trying, because giving up is not something I can see. Along with a lot of others things! PIMP LOL. Gotta laugh about it. Guess I’m gonna have to stop making a spectacle of myself and go get some cheap 175’s. I can 20/20 see that happening tonight. Seeing IS all it’s cracked up to be. I may have cracked my glasses and need newer contacts, but the only contacts the eyes of my heart need are the human kind and the divine kind. Have yourself an insightful and fun day. Envision yourself making a spectacle of yourself by seeing others with your heart. Well, not seeing others actually with you’re your heart in their hands, like it sounded when I read it back for proofreading, but seeing them with heart glasses. Oh! You know what I mean. Make human contact. Rather envision than division. Envision them with your heart and God will be your provision. Cuz without a vision, the peepers perish. PIMP LOL. One more thing. Here’s a little info on what 20/20 really means. It was devised in the 1800's by an eye doctor named Snellen. This chart took 20/20 as an arbitrary standard of what size letter most people who didn't need glasses agreed that they could see from a distance of 20 feet. So all that 20/20 eyesight means is that you can see the "20 size letter" at a distance of 20 feet. Hind-sight may be 20/20 (which is average), and mind-sight 50/50 (depending on which brain we use),&amp;nbsp;but kind-sight, seeing someone through God’s heart? Is always 100/100. A 100 percent blessing for both sides of the eyes. And “divine-sight”? Well, He can see eternity/eternity! Oh! And, the photo? All my glasses with some of my fave things! Click on the&amp;nbsp;picture to get the...umm...bigger picture?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then, you'll notice, that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the edge of the placque on my wall says, "always find a song" and the sewing machine says "singer".&amp;nbsp; Kinda cool, I think.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Oh!&amp;nbsp; And, the other brain in mind-sight?&amp;nbsp; Well, I call it?&amp;nbsp; Behind-sight!&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I hope a li’l clearer soon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-3224328560579522066?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh yes we did! The Super Bowl hadn't even started and we already scored big! First, we ran into some dear friends which took us an extra 1/2 an hour. Worth it! Course, my girl says I know someone every where we go. And, if I don't, I will! Anyways, then we scored again! Got 20 hot 'n spicy wings on sale for $6.99 a box. Scored 2 "box" seats! No cookin' or cleanin' up for me today! Score again! Add in some salad, fresh strawberries and leftover Cod. After all? We can't all be wide ends! Had a tight...umm...end of the football season day. PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; Thinking that we shouldn't&amp;nbsp;pass up a chance to go long and wide and deep for someone. As God does for us with His love. Put in some overtime to make someone feel part of the team!&amp;nbsp; No matter how many downs they've had.&amp;nbsp; We've all been on both sides of the 50 yard line. And, we all know what it means to wear a helmet because of all the hell we met!&amp;nbsp; Headon in our lives! Right?&amp;nbsp; But, God is our strength on both sides of that field. And I wear the helmet of salvation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two final thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;I forgot to mention that Publix was so packed that we had to do some minor tackling. PIMP LOL. No personal fouls or extended celebration calls. PIMPLOL.&amp;nbsp; And, w&lt;span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"&gt;ell, you know I like to be different so I had the "hell I met" helmet in my photo all decorated with flowers and lace with my photo art editor, but it looked too wimpy for football! Or the&amp;nbsp;hell I've been through!&amp;nbsp; So, I went for the plain.&amp;nbsp; Now, I'm ready to get off the sidelines and get our b.a.s.i.c. music going again.&amp;nbsp; That'd be a touchdown for me!&amp;nbsp; I need that music and&amp;nbsp;humor and hope.&amp;nbsp; Hope you have a fun week.&amp;nbsp; Keeping my helmet and the&amp;nbsp;rest of the suit on!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The "full armor"!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-7499110308240916594?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sure did spike my “gem”uine interest.&amp;nbsp; Oh! &amp;nbsp;And,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;the shoes will be a permanent decoration next to my desk in the music room, except when I wear them. They look that pretty and match the room, too.&amp;nbsp; In my house?&amp;nbsp; Anything goes for decorations! PIMP LOL.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; Back to the story.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentbody"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was funny because everything kept going wrong this morning when we set out. &amp;nbsp;Her bracelette broke in the car, I was having trouble seeing and we couldn't get the pump working at the gas station.&amp;nbsp; I think it was the pumper...me! &amp;nbsp;She took over!&amp;nbsp; What?&amp;nbsp; I said I couldn't see and was dizzy.&amp;nbsp; I gotta find a good eye Dr.&amp;nbsp; I also&amp;nbsp;left a lamp shade at the first garage sale&amp;nbsp;we went to and so on... But! It was just so good to be out and be together.&amp;nbsp; She remembered, with a smile, how we used to do that when she was little.&amp;nbsp; That was enough for me to go on no matter what. &amp;nbsp;Li'l things.&amp;nbsp; Big thanks! Me thinks!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="commentbody"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;y girl also got a stuffed animal, that I am finding out, is a great pillow for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9pu6umtC6E/Ty4RZu_JHTI/AAAAAAAAAko/D-ZQJfHsZqY/s1600/Ellquent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9pu6umtC6E/Ty4RZu_JHTI/AAAAAAAAAko/D-ZQJfHsZqY/s320/Ellquent.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;an aching neck. &amp;nbsp;I named her “Ella Quent” the elephant! Because she looks like she would speak eloquently if she could. Her softness as a pillow speaks volumes to my neck. PIMP LOL. I'm thinkin' she just taught me that eloquence takes few words. So, cool, right? About the name?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, it would have been! But, my girl informs me that if I put my glasses on I will notice that it is a Wooly Mammoth. Whoops! Mammoth mistake! Wooly thinking! Anyways, it looks like she is hooked on my new shoes, too. Literally! Besides!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They match her eyes! She's a gem. Think I'll still call her Ella Quent!&amp;nbsp;Cuz nobody pulls the wooly mammoth over my eyes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Just under my neck!&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL. &amp;nbsp;Oh! And, I named my daughter Garnet because I knew she would be a gem!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was def a miracle from God.&amp;nbsp; And, Me?&amp;nbsp; I just want to be a woman after God's own heart, the "gem"uine article!&amp;nbsp; Eloquent, but with few words and listening ears.&amp;nbsp; One more thought?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My daughter and I got a pair of Miley Cyrus jeans and a jacket and a sweater to share.&amp;nbsp; All 3 new and all 3 Miley. Guess you could say we are going to get alot of Mileyge out of them. PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; Have a gem of a day.&amp;nbsp; Because, you’re a gem.&amp;nbsp; Shine on! &amp;nbsp;Be “gem”uine and “gem”uinely you!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sparkle and shine because you are precious.&amp;nbsp; A precious gem!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-7401068051682908671?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This photo was taken at an early morning surprise breakfast for my birthday as I am making my wish before blowing out the candle. Thank you family! This bowl of strawberries with a candle in it was a make-shift birthday cake. I can't have much to eat like most everybody else, but I can join in festivities anyways. Yes, many times, it's hard, but it's harder to NOT be a part of life. Not always easy sailing. In fact, most times, it's not. No complaints. Just thanks that I still sail...in my hardship. Anyway, the thought behind the breakfast and the cake was deliciously sweet of them. I love it. It's the li'l things, you know. Just hearing or knowing that someone cares... Is food for the soul. Now, that's a food I can eat alot of. And, that can make hardships easier to sail. Gives me an anchor and wind for my sails. It's a blessing to have others astern. Alongside, Even aft or forward. For all the times we are sailing leeward or windward. And, I see Him in all of it. Well, because He IS all of it. Oh! And, my wish? Can't tell!&amp;nbsp; But!&amp;nbsp; I will say?&amp;nbsp; It was more like a prayer!!&amp;nbsp; Can't you tell by the&amp;nbsp;photograph? PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;One last thought? If you ever feel like jumping ship or bailing out? Don't be a dinghy! At least, jump on someone else's and give them a hand with the sail! Until you can make some headway! Besides we'll all be on the main ship together someday. We should learn to sail together now. Okay! I know alot of you know some sailing terms and good comebacks for this. I love it when you sail along with me. Cuz... &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♪ ♫&lt;/span&gt; sailing takes me away to where I'm going...do-do-do-do-do-do... &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♪ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; See ya out on the waves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #cc0000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-2968348720753499670?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eA6jUt3nHw4/Tygq70ISESI/AAAAAAAAAkI/978IMZ1Ry-Q/s1600/tracea2puzzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eA6jUt3nHw4/Tygq70ISESI/AAAAAAAAAkI/978IMZ1Ry-Q/s320/tracea2puzzle.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="tlTxFe"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, I was thinking about puzzles.&amp;nbsp; I used to love to put puzzles together.&amp;nbsp; Lay out each piece and make my border and get to work.&amp;nbsp; I had puzzles of all sorts.&amp;nbsp; Shaped in tractors, sewing machines, plain, all sorts and all sizes.&amp;nbsp; Haven't done one in years.&amp;nbsp; And, you know if there was even one piece missing, I could not keep it.&amp;nbsp; Just wouldn't do.&amp;nbsp; Was also thinking about train wrecks.&amp;nbsp; So, I am writing a very short thought on puzzles and wrecks.&amp;nbsp; Here goes:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wreck’n I’ve gone to God a wreck and come back in 1 peace many a time.&amp;nbsp; Picked up the pieces and took my puzzle to God. &amp;nbsp;The Wreck’nciler!&amp;nbsp; Yes!&amp;nbsp; That's a song I started a year ago.&amp;nbsp; Hope to finish it soon. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a li'l side note: I use myself in my photoart because I don't mind making myself look bizarre. I would love to have other subjects? Like I always say, I'm not very photo"glenn"ic, but I'm always available when "she" wants to start working on an idea. PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm keeping this short and unpuzzling.&amp;nbsp; Take your wreck, your pieces to God.&amp;nbsp; He'll give you One piece, I wreck'n!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hope you away from my&amp;nbsp;place with a piece of humor&amp;nbsp;and a peace&amp;nbsp;of hope!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAve a fun day.&amp;nbsp; Whether you are doin the jig.&amp;nbsp; Or the jig-saw puzzle.&amp;nbsp; Dance!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-4458798306315103059?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Barking Up The Wrong Tree Dearheart?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5zVE7GPKdE/Tyfy9l_t_BI/AAAAAAAAAjE/joaA5xOJmwQ/s1600/barkdry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5zVE7GPKdE/Tyfy9l_t_BI/AAAAAAAAAjE/joaA5xOJmwQ/s320/barkdry.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a li'l dry outside. But, you'll get no barking from me! Well, maybe a li'l. Rain? Where are you? I miss you so. It's been raining on the inside more than the outside lately. Feeling dry? Like me? Gotta give it to God. He can peel away the dry bark! And, I'm not barking up the wrong tree. PIMP LOL. Yes! Give it to HIm so we can keep growing. It's actually a natural process for trees to peel away their bark as they grow, and a spiritual process for us. Well, unless you're talkin' 'bout bark, as in, dry skin. PIMP LOL. Anyways, one way? Still treat each like dearhearts even when we don't feel good or feel happy. Yep. Dearheart? Well, that's what my Pastor from when I first got saved, used to call me. I just remembered that today. What a good man Brother Bill was. He was always so kind to me and let us jam out and our band play every week. Always encouraged the young and old. He loved God AND people. Right? Most people either say they love God and act like they don't like people. Or like people and don't act they like God. He truly was good to me. We'll meet again one day. But, that's another story and you know what I’m thinking? That I gotta stop thinking! Just a thought! PIMP LOL. But, I can still be thoughtful without being thought full (full of thoughts). Sometimes your mind just needs a rest. And, sometimes, when people are sick or tired, or both, they think it okay to be thoughtless to others. Think again! Alright! Now, that you've thought again, you can rest your mind so it’s not full of too many thoughts, but still thoughtful! When we’re thoughtless, everyone can tell the only thoughts we’re full of? Is ourselves. Or, full of something, right? Again. Just a thought! Maybe a full-ish thought, but a thought. Have a fun day. It’s okay to empty your mind sometimes when you’re sick or tired, but not foolishly, so as to treat others thoughtlessly. Have full-ish thoughts of others, not foolish. Just a li'l side note: I use myself in my photoart because I don't mind making myself look bizarre. I would love to have other subjects? Like I always say, I'm not very photo"glenn"ic, but I'm always available when I want to start working on an idea. PIMP LOL. Hope your day is full of rain and quenches your thirst for life. Peel away some of that dry bark. Have full-ish thoughts of others. Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-1008230593586638173?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Barking Up The Wrong Tree Dearheart?" /><author><name>Tracy (wearer of fingerless gloves...right below the feelings I wear on my sleeves)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12697787530440098123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIba69ETpbc/Tyf1QkpPvEI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0zsDkUukUVg/s220/traceapple.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5zVE7GPKdE/Tyfy9l_t_BI/AAAAAAAAAjE/joaA5xOJmwQ/s72-c/barkdry.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com/2012/01/full-ish-thoughts-barking-up-wrong-tree.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBQXk7fSp7ImA9WhRUGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1791675921380826293.post-2328355777897585182</id><published>2012-01-30T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:45:50.705-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T18:45:50.705-05:00</app:edited><title>Competitioning OR "Come Petitioning"</title><content type="html">&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDTfWv7TNBY/TyRAp3TWrGI/AAAAAAAAAik/EznbJ2csI-g/s1600/Picnik+collageanotherbasicbrcik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="162px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gDTfWv7TNBY/TyRAp3TWrGI/AAAAAAAAAik/EznbJ2csI-g/s320/Picnik+collageanotherbasicbrcik.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Had a moment today to check out some of our sites where I share our music and videos over the last 3 years.&amp;nbsp; I had been very ill, so I decided to convert our CD songs to MP3's and create and produce videos to put up everywhere until a time when we could gig again and share our hearts "live".&amp;nbsp; Been a wonderfully tough learning process.&amp;nbsp; Still learning. &amp;nbsp;So, anyways, just wanted to share that our song "One Heart" got Top 10 in Gospel and is currently 8th in Urban. "What Is It" got top 40 in Soul AND Funk. "Power Of His Love" got Top 10 in what else? Latin and Jazz. What else, indeed! We are ever so thankful to be able to share in so many different lifestyles and have our heart and message heard. &amp;nbsp;Music is not a competition.&amp;nbsp; Rather, I call it a "come petition". &amp;nbsp;You know? &amp;nbsp;Come petition for us. Throw support.&amp;nbsp; Or for someone you like!&amp;nbsp; We just put our music and vids out on sites to touch lives.&amp;nbsp; Wouldn't mind being able to have it be our livelihood. &amp;nbsp;Well! &amp;nbsp;It is lively and it is our hood 'round here. PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; May I just add? Come, petition God for us, also, as we petition Him for you.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, everyone. Have a lively evening in your hood! Life's a "come petition". Wouldn't it be something if we all would "come petitioning" instead of "competitioning"? &amp;nbsp;We'd all be winners.&amp;nbsp; Oh!&amp;nbsp; And, here is the link to our website to hear the songs or link up to YouTube or anywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://basicband.biz/fr_basicmusicroom.cfm"&gt;Click here to go to the basic band music room!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; It's all there at my site.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's a site for sore eyes.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-2328355777897585182?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deep in our spirit and soul.&amp;nbsp; Or what we hope to see. &amp;nbsp;Instead, just a&amp;nbsp; simple air (mere aura) of what is inside.&amp;nbsp; Mirrors can only&amp;nbsp;reflect mere auras.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We get so caught up with seeing only the scars and flaws and wrinkles that show on the outside that it flaws what we see on the inside.&amp;nbsp; Leaving scars on the inside. &amp;nbsp;If we look inside and seek that first, it will change how&amp;nbsp;we see&amp;nbsp;the outside. Oh, maybe not erase the wrinkles and years, but def learn to live with them. It's ironic because in the last month some dear friends and musicians, Drew, Ronnie,&amp;nbsp;Joe and Sam, told me, in so many words, to embrace who I am.&amp;nbsp; I said, "Do you mean embrace the Trace?" PIMP LOL. Anyways,&amp;nbsp;the bible says we look in the mirror now and see only a glimpse of what is to come.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That is where faith steps in.&amp;nbsp; What we can't see with our eyes. we see with our faith hearts.&amp;nbsp; And, we so want others to look at us seeing us with their faith hearts.&amp;nbsp; So, let us do the same. Look at others and ourselves with the eyes of our hearts.&amp;nbsp; See more than just the mere aura in the mirror! You know the Fairytale saying, "Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest one of all"? Well, if we are really fair, we would look around us and know it would be God. Though we can't see Him face to face, we see a mirror of Him in all He has created around us and in us. A mere aura of Him! Now, we see as in a mirror, but then face to face.&amp;nbsp; Faith hopes.&amp;nbsp; Faith believes.&amp;nbsp; Faith knows.&amp;nbsp; A final thought.&amp;nbsp; Did you know that mirrors are reflected duplications of an object that appears identical but reversed. As an optical effect it results from reflection off of substances such as a mirror or water. In chemistry, a '"mirror image'" is a molecule having a spatial arrangement that corresponds to that of another molecule except that the right-to-left sense on one corresponds to the left-to-right sense on the other. Just thought I'd add that cool info in. What we see of ourselves in the mirror is identical but reversed. A li'l different than how others see us and photography sees us. That's why I always tease and say that I am not very photo"glenn"ic.&amp;nbsp;PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; Couldn't resist a&amp;nbsp;li'l humor.&amp;nbsp; See, my last name is Glenn.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I don't like the way I look in photos.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or mirrors, for that matter.&amp;nbsp; But, I'm learning to seek what's on the inside.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My spirit, my soul.&amp;nbsp; And, the spirit of God in me.&amp;nbsp; And, seek that first.&amp;nbsp; I think that's what the bible means when it says to seek first the kingdom of God.&amp;nbsp; It's in you!&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I guess what I'm trying to say is that mirrors can only capture a mere aura.&amp;nbsp; Of who we are inside. And, sometimes it all seems reversed! Or confusing. Again, faith.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And,&amp;nbsp;the magnificence we see every day in creation and His created is only a glimpse of our Creator and things to come. When you look in the mirror, look deep inside.&amp;nbsp; When you look upon others, look deep inside. Someday, the outside appearance&amp;nbsp;will be more than mere auras and we won't need mirrors. &amp;nbsp;Now, I have to go fix myself up a bit.&amp;nbsp; Yes!&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;must look in the mirror....beyond the mere aura.&amp;nbsp; Hope it doesn't crack!&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; Oh! One last thing?&amp;nbsp; Click on the photograph to ge the umm...bigger picture?&amp;nbsp; Anyways, it is some&amp;nbsp;artwork I did on a photo of my parlor room&amp;nbsp;at my old&amp;nbsp;house on the&amp;nbsp;River Road in Cocoa, Florida.&amp;nbsp; The mirror was hand-made&amp;nbsp;by a craftsman nearby in Cocoa Village and given to me by my husband on my first Christmas in that house.&amp;nbsp; I loved the pine cones he carved in it.&amp;nbsp; It is&amp;nbsp;gone now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Had to sell a lot of things when I got very sick.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But, I have this memory.&amp;nbsp; Have a reflective day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-2088559229309085420?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnA3c542w4g/TyXe02vZ-LI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lxnMO3KThyA/s1600/lost+and+found.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnA3c542w4g/TyXe02vZ-LI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lxnMO3KThyA/s320/lost+and+found.jpg" width="245px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Take a peak in my “Lost And Found” suitcase for whatever suits me and see what you can find!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Then, move on to my list coming up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You in or out?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It’s just my innies and outies list.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not belly buttons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; PIMP LOL.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just read… What have you got to lose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner grinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose your outer pouter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose your outer doubter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner sinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose your outer shrouder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner humble beginner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose your outer “I got more” clouter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner tin ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose your outer “I need it” louder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner thinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose some of your outer amounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lose your outer chowder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fnd your inner “forgive and start over” aginner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose your outer “I’m through” shouter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Find your inner akinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lose your outer flouter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Findally, I mean finally, if you feel lost about anything?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Call on the Finder of everyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Call on God. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Again, what've you got to lose?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And, the photograph?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; A very old suitcase filled with my&lt;/span&gt; gloves without a match and hats and sparkly glasses and scarfs and necklaces and&amp;nbsp;clutches and things that you would find in the lost and found.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; A mixture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sorta like me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I once was lost…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, I’m found. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1791675921380826293-8756307599256143767?l=tracebook-humorandhope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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